Will (dauntlessfound) wrote in thegateway, @ 2012-04-01 14:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | will : dauntlessfound |
Who: Will and Christina
What: Spending time together
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: In the garden
Rating: TBD
Status: Closed/In progress
Will still had no idea what to think about all this. The last thing he remembered was finishing Initiation, and then he'd woken up in this place. Thankfully he wasn't alone, and Tris had filled him in on the events that followed Initiation. He still couldn't believe it. The Erudite, the faction he'd been born into, had used the Dauntless as pawns. From what Tris had said, the tracking chips that had been planted in them all had actually been some sort of mind control. That the Erudite would take their own free will horrifying, but to find out they were used to kill the Abnegation was the worst. Will was grateful he couldn't remember the event, couldn't remember the horror's he'd caused. Tris had lost both her parents, and he knew that if he'd had a part in that, he'd never live that down, even if he was being forced to do it.
In the week since he'd arrived, he'd hardly spent any time away from his room. He'd spoken to Tris and Christina briefly through the journal thing, but beyond that, he hadn't seen either of them, or Four. He'd often wondered how Christina was handling everything. She'd said that she had been holding a gun, and then everything went crazy. Initially he hadn't thought anything beyond their training, but after talking to Tris, he wondered if she was remembering that night. He felt guilty for not coming to her sooner, but he really did not know what he would say. As he sat in his room contemplating just how to bring this up with Christina, her heard the distant rumble of thunder. Without saying anything to his two roommates, he walked out of his room, heading for the outdoors. He stepped outside, the downpour instantly soaking him, but he did not care. The change of scenery would clear his head. He took a seat in the garden, just sitting in the rain, watching the lightening that occasionally light up the afternoon sky.